Back to the house

After I swatted multiple mosquitoes that were in the process of biting me, I say, “I think we should go inside. These mosquitoes are sucking me harder than you did earlier.”

“It’s because you taste so sweet,” she teases. “I’ll go inside with you, but I’m not leaving you. We’re staying together the whole night, so if you run into your wife, you’re the one dealing with her.”

I laugh, “I can’t believe you’re so intimidated by Monica. You’re the one with the over-the-top confidence and the tattoos and piercings.” I stand up from the table and stretch out. “If we see her, I’ll let her know. Don’t worry.”

Phoebe stands up on the picnic table and stretches out her own petite body. She yawns, “Good. I need to refuel before we go another round.” Then she springs and pounces onto my back. Her arms wrap around my neck. She says, “Now carry me back to the house.”

Luckily she isn’t heavy, but it is a trek back to the house. I stumble a few times, but she clings on tight and doesn’t fall. I aim for the light of the porch. We finally make it. The fire is glowing embers. Clothes still scatter the area: my wife’s plain panties, Rachel’s black bra, Phoebe’s yoga pants.

I let Phoebe down and start gathering clothes. Might as well pick up a little. I scoop them all into my arms. Phoebe grabs the empty **** bottles. She holds the door for me and we enter.

I pile the clothes in a chair. No one is in the kitchen or the living room. Phoebe goes to the fridge and starts looking for a snack. I admire her tight little body in the light. It was hard to appreciate how sexy she looked in the dark.

I walk up behind her and slide my hands on her hips. I ask, “What do we have to eat?”

She grinds her ass back into me. I feel my cock start growing against her. She replies, “I could cook a pizza. But that will take some time.”

I whisper in her ear, “That’s okay. I know what we can do while we wait.”

She arches her back and looks up at me, “I hope it involves a snack.”